Page 29 of Loving the Legend
“I’m going to make a fresh cup of tea. Pleasure to meet you, Ty!”
“Pleasure is mine, Ms. Kin—Lily,” I correct myself.
She offers an amused smile before she departs.
I pushmyself hard on the treadmill. I want the ache to be intense enough to block out the fact that I caught myself checking out the imprint of Sid’s cock through his gym shorts while we were warming up. I want to block out his delicious scent that’s permeated every corner of the gym. I want to block out the grunts he’s making right now on the pull-up bar. I increase the speed incrementally until I’m running max speed, covered in sweat. Even though I feel nauseated, I push through, only pulling back when my vision turns blurry. Lowering the incline, I gradually reduce the speed until I come to a full stop.
I turn around to find Sid watching me from his seat on the bench. Our gazes lock.
The way he’s looking at me….
I can’t be the only one impacted by the tension rippling through the air.
I break eye contact as I tilt my head up for a swig of water.
When he speaks, it’s not what I expect. I don’t know what I expected. He’s straight, after all…I think.
“Can you spot me?” he asks, clearing his throat.
“Sure.” I towel off, grab another swig of water, and make my way to the bench.
After a couple of sets, he pauses and peers up at me.
“I’m dead. My tank is running on E.”
“Katrina kept you up most of the night?” I ask, feigning ignorance.
“I think it’s all the excitement surrounding Christmas and the week of road games. I wore myself out.”
“Ah. Well, as Coach would say, ‘Tough nuts!’ Give me two more sets.”
“No mercy.” He chuckles. “You’re cold.”
I bite the side of my mouth to refocus my brain on the pain instead of Sid’s grunting.
After he’s done with his sets, we switch places. I regret it immediately. Having Sid’s crotch right over my head does things to my out-of-whack body. My pulse speeds up as my semi-erection thickens. I quickly switch my thoughts to insects to calm down. It works.
I finish the sets, then confess that I’m kinda wiped too. He seems relieved. We stretch and then head back to the house. Once I’m back in my room, I climb in the shower. I imagine myself lying across the bench back in the gym, head turned as Sid feeds me his erection. My hand travels southward and wraps around my wet, aching cock. I close my eyes and stroke myself as I imagine the glide of Sid’s cock against my tongue, my lips stretched taut as I suck him down. The sound of his husky moan from last night echoes through me. Stroking myself faster, my balls draw up. I bite my fist to stifle a moan as my release coats my chest. My legs tremble, and I lean against the shower wall as I come back to myself.
My phone rings as I step out of the shower. I throw a towel around my waist and jog over to the nightstand to retrieve it.
“Hey, Unc, Merry Christmas!”
“Merry Christmas, kid! How are you spending the day? I hate that I can’t be with you today. I have a gift for you.”
“I have a gift for you too. Uh, I’m actually spending it with Sid King and his family out in Miami.”
“Really? How’d that come about?” Adam asks, surprise coating his voice.
“We met during the interview in New York, remember? He called and invited me to spend the holiday with his fam.”
“We spoke two days ago. You didn’t mention it.”
“He invited me yesterday. Said he meant to do it earlier, but he lost track of time. He apparently told his mom weeks ago because she made my favorite pies. Anyway, he sent his private plane to scoop me.”
“Wow! You must have made some connection during the interview.”
“It’s my charm, Unc. I’m irresistible.”
